Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.